"This doesn't count, it's because Qin Xiaolian is too tired!"

The young camera director looked at Yang Zheng and said the word general, and he had an extremely unreal feeling in his heart.

He really couldn't imagine that Yang Zheng, who had worked hard in the company and had almost no time to rest, was actually a hidden chess master.

Although in his mind, good and bad chess games don't seem to be so important.

However, it is rare to find a chess player who can play as neatly as Yang Zheng and win the fall and generosity.

In particular, the opponent is still a chess Internet celebrity invited by the company at a large price.

It made him feel a strong sense of jealousy.

Indeed, anyone who sees friends and colleagues who used to get along day and night have an unknown and amazing scene. Presumably, most people will probably be like this young director, giving excuses instead of blessings.

"I can lose or win."

"It's all about the past."

Yang Zheng didn't seem to hear the young director's words, he looked at the chessboard that had nowhere to go.

He muttered in his heart.

When he looked up, he was surprised to find that there was an old face in the crowd.

The old face was the nameless old man.

For the first time, he nodded to himself in satisfaction.

……

Uncle Li took over from Yang Zheng, who had just left, and walked to the opposite side of the chessboard.

He looked at Yang Zheng in the distance, and thought that he had learned chess skills from a chess nerd.

He shook his head, smiled slightly, and also set up the pawn cannon.

He seemed to want to break the fingers of the immortal on the other side.

In Uncle Li's eyes, for the first time, he also showed the sharp eyes of the chess friends who got along day and night in the park, and he had never seen them.

At this moment, here and now.

Uncle Li seems to have returned to the glorious era when he competed for the master's place with thousands of chess players.

The cannon in his hand also seemed to have become heavy.

"Please."

Uncle Li said in a low voice, his eyes closed and opened, like flowers falling and blooming.

……

The nameless old man is in front, and Yang Zheng is in the back.

I don't know how long it took, but the nameless old man finally asked, "Why don't you eat all her chess pieces?" ”

Yang Zheng thought for a moment and asked, "Why did you eat all her chess pieces?" ”

"Because the best way to humiliate a chess player is to eat all the pieces on her board."

"I can tell that you want to avenge your friend. Since it is revenge, it is even more important to win the beauty. ”

"Wasn't it beautiful that I just won?"

The old man stopped, as if recalling Yang Zheng's chess game just now.

He thought about it for a long time, and then walked back on the garden path.

The answer, of course, is... Pretty! ”

……

Qin Xiaolian looked at the chaos on the chess game, and she suddenly felt as if she couldn't hold the chess pieces anymore.

She stood up, the corners of her mouth as if she had something to say.

But in the end, she couldn't say anything.

Behind her was the professional master and the young director, looking at the bare patch on the chessboard.

They couldn't help but blame Uncle Li, who was sitting across from her.

Not only them, but also those who came to see the excitement also used words unkind, despicable, shameless, and vicious to insult Uncle Li.

But they seemed to have forgotten that Qin Xiaolian also used this almost humiliating method not long ago to insult Lao Zhang, who was standing at the outermost part of the crowd.

They also seem to have forgotten that although Uncle Li looks old, he is weak and can be bullied.

But men, no matter what age they are, as long as they have a sword in their hearts and a knife in their eyes, they still have a sharp edge on their bodies!

What would rather bully the pulsatilla, what should not bully the poor youth!

For a man who stands up to the sky, whether he is eighteen or eighty, if he has a big heart pounding in his heart, then he will still listen to the gossip and see the wind and clouds like Uncle Li now.

"If you think I'm too mean and shameless, then please sit across from me and play a game of chess with me."

Uncle Li didn't care about these gossips, he just looked at him and pointed at the vacated position after Qin Xiaolian left, and laughed loudly.

He was the recognized chess king in this park, and he should have been like this, looking down on the world.

After all, not being afraid, not retreating, is the contemporary chess king!

As Uncle Li's words fell, the crowd fell silent for a moment.

In the sky, there were dark clouds.

It seems that there is going to be a thunderbolt that crosses the sky to witness the moment when the old chess king is invincible.

……

"Let's go inside the house."

The nameless old man looked up at the gloomy sky, he casually put down the broom in his hand and beckoned Yang Zheng into the house.

Although the nameless old man's room is next to the dirty public restroom.

But his room had the smell of books, chess, and the faint smell of flowers.

The nameless old man should have not been a guest for a long time, because there was only one stool in the whole room.

The creaking stool was handed to Yang Zheng by the nameless old man.

He pointed to the table where the chess games were piled up, and said with a smile:

"Why don't we play blind chess?"

"Blind chess?"

"Well, it's blind."

"But I never played blind chess."

Yang Zheng was a little overwhelmed, he had heard of blind chess, and he had seen blind chess on TV.

It was precisely because he had heard and seen it that he felt that he had to play blind chess, which was a bit too difficult for him at the moment.

But the old man said disapprovingly: "It's going to be down." ”

"Shall I try then?" Yang Zheng sat on the chair, looked at the book mountain and the sea of chess in front of him and nodded silently.

"Then I'll get started." The old man turned his back, and his face was full of praise for Yang Zheng's courage to try.

"Listen up, first change."

"Cannon two flat five!"

……

The rain is like a spring, and it falls like a hammer.

The sound of clanging metal clashing drowned out the sparse sound of rain and wind.

Everyone is hiding from the rain, and everyone is also avoiding Uncle Li's challenge.

Uncle Li raised his head to look at the heavy rain and wind, and the cannon in his hand was slowly put down.

He stood up, lowered his head again, and looked at the people who were in a hurry to hide from the rain, and he showed a mouth full of big yellow teeth.

It seems to be laughing at something, and it seems to be regretting something.

He turned around and found that Lao Zhang was still standing in the rain, and he seemed to be slowly holding his head high because of the two games between Uncle Li and Yang Zheng.

Uncle Li looked at Lao Zhang, and Lao Zhang also looked at Uncle Li.

"Why don't we have a plate for the two?"

Uncle Li invited Lao Zhang like a naughty boy.

Lao Zhang looked at the panicked people around him, he stretched out his hand, wiped the sweat and rain stains on his head, and sat on the wet chair opposite Uncle Li in the face of the rain.

"Let's get started." Uncle Li laughed

"You see, this is my chess."

"It's also a chess game that I've studied all my life."

"This chess is called "Plum Blossom Spring"."

"There are thirty-six rounds, one hundred and thirty-two variations. After continuous research by later generations, it has now become 50 games of chess, 227 changes. ”

"But it took me another lifetime, and I added seventy-three changes."

"Three hundred changes. Every change is a person's life! ”